Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

A deep blue mist rises from the cold pool at the northern foot of Qiaoshan Mountain, and suddenly the surface of the water cracks with spiderweb-like ripples.

Shi Feiyang had just taken a bite of roasted wild rabbit when his bamboo stick clattered against the bluestone: "Hey, is this pool of water going to be used for a hot pot?"

Before the words were finished, a figure in black robes burst out of the water, his body shrouded in dark true energy, and wherever he passed, the water surface froze into sharp ice spikes.

"Li Shimin, you traitor, how dare you betray the court and wreak havoc on the world! Prepare to die!" The black-robed man's voice was like shattered ice colliding. With a flick of his black soft sword, thousands of sword shadows transformed into a colossal python that devoured the sky.

Chu Hongxiao's jade flute suddenly rang out, but the sound waves hit the sword shadow and disappeared like mud into the sea.

Shi Feiyang's pupils shrank suddenly—this person was actually using the "Xuanming Demon Art," a technique that had been lost for a hundred years, and every strand of true energy carried a bone-chilling coldness.

"What superb swordsmanship!" Shi Feiyang picked up half a piece of rabbit meat with his bamboo stick and threw it into the air. The silkworm silk wrapped around the soft sword like a silver dragon. "But my move 'Hungry Dog Snatching Food' is specifically designed to counter fancy moves!" He pointed the bamboo stick at the giant python's seven-inch spot, but the sword shadow suddenly split, and eighteen cold lights went straight for the major acupoints on the body.

Immediately afterwards, he used the "Illusionary Demon Step" to dart among the ice spikes, his back already covered in white frost. The man in black robes sneered and unleashed the "Mysterious Netherworld Divine Palm" with both palms.

The entire world was instantly enveloped in a chill, and the silkworm thread that Shi Feiyang spat out from his left palm froze in mid-air. Seeing this, Chu Hongxiao played a stirring melody on her jade flute, attempting to warm the ice with sound waves.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang pulled out a brass wine pot, tilted his head back and gulped down the strong liquor: "Old bastard, try my 'Burning Clouds'!" The alcohol mixed with his internal energy sprayed towards the cold palm, and the flames and frost collided with a roar.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang unleashed his "Dog-Beating Stick" technique, but the bamboo stick was entangled by the opponent's soft sword. The black-robed man twisted his wrist, and dark true energy flowed back into the bamboo stick. At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly pulled out a kaleidoscope, and the silkworm silk that emerged from his palm reflected a dazzling light through the mirror.

"A mere trick!" The man in black robes waved his sleeve to block, but Shi Feiyang approached like a ghost, the silkworm silk from his left palm transforming into steel needles aimed straight at his face. As the two grappled in close combat, the man in black robes suddenly ripped open his robes, revealing eerie demonic patterns on his chest: "Witness the true Xuanming Demonic Art!"

His demonic energy surged, and the water of the icy pool transformed into ice spikes that shot into the sky. "Well done!" Shi Feiyang leaped onto the Vermilion Bird, his silken threads cascading down like a waterfall. He bit his fingertip, drew a talisman on the silk, and shouted, "Borrow fire!"

The Vermilion Bird cried out, its wings spewing forth raging flames. The silk threads, upon contact with the fire, transformed into countless golden snakes, colliding with the ice spikes with a deafening roar. Taking advantage of the moment, Shi Feiyang unleashed his "Shu Dog Barks at the Sun," his bamboo staff, still ablaze, striking the black-robed man's crown with tremendous force.

The man in black robes staggered backward, his demonic runes flickering erratically. Shi Feiyang, however, gave him no chance to catch his breath, pulling out a sack filled with chili powder and cumin powder: "Try this Western Region special!" The powder mixed with flames rushed towards the man, and as he coughed violently, the silkworm silk burrowed into his seven orifices like a nimble snake.

With a scream, the black-robed man's demonic energy dissipated, and he collapsed to the ground.

Shi Feiyang approached, brandishing a blood-stained bamboo stick. He used the tip to lift the other person's mask, revealing a face covered in scars: "Next time you're reincarnated, remember to choose a body that can withstand spicy food." He turned to the still-shaken Chu Hongxiao and winked, "How was it? My 'Ice and Fire Dual Realms' move was more exciting than magic, wasn't it?"

The surface of the cold pool gradually returned to calm, but the long cry of the Vermilion Bird still echoed atop Mount Qiao.

The fog deep in Qiaoshan was as thick as ink, and Shi Feiyang's palms, which were gripping the bamboo stick, were damp with a thin layer of sweat.

A sickening grinding sound of bones came from ahead, and a giant clad in heavy black iron armor strode forward, leaving deep footprints with each step. This man was none other than the "Blood Demon Asura," feared throughout the martial world. Legend had it that his "Asura Demon Art" had reached a state of perfection, and he had once shattered the "Heavenly Dipper Formation" of the Heavenly Gang Gang with a single palm strike.

"Li Er, you are so arrogant at such a young age. Don't you know that there are mountains beyond mountains and buildings beyond buildings? Hmph! Today is your death day!" Shura roared, and the mountain-splitting axe in his hand cleaved out a black wave of energy, and wherever it passed, the rocks crumbled.

Chu Hongxiao held the jade flute across her chest, but the flute itself had been shaken by the air currents and developed fine cracks.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang pulled out a tattered fan, shook his head, and said, "Brother, have you gotten your mountain-cutting permit yet?" The air wave arrived in an instant, and Shi Feiyang used "Illusionary Demon Step" to sway left and right in the shadow of the axe. He looked disheveled, but he always managed to avoid a fatal blow.

His bamboo stick was used in a "puppy playing with a ball" technique, seemingly a casual flick, but actually diverting Shura's attacks to both sides. Immediately afterwards, he raised his left hand, and the silkworm silk that came out of his palm wrapped around the axe blade like gossamer threads, but it was instantly broken by the opponent's powerful internal force.

Asura grinned maliciously, his demonic energy surging, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed phantom of a demon god.

"Taste the 'Asura Annihilation Slash'!" Six axe shadows pressed down like Mount Tai, shrouding the entire world in darkness.

Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly pulled out a bronze mirror, the surface of which was covered with absurd graffiti.

The silkworm silk he spat out from his left palm wrapped around the bronze mirror, intending to use the mirror to fight against the demonic shadow!

"You're courting death!" Shura roared. However, as the mirror light flashed, the demon god's phantom suddenly twisted and deformed, turning into countless comical faces.

It turned out that Shi Feiyang had taken advantage of his opponent's underestimation and had already set up a "bewitching array" in the mirror using silkworm silk. While Shura was stunned, Shi Feiyang had already used "luring the dogs into the stronghold," using a bamboo stick to pick up the pebbles on the ground and shoot them at the opponent's vital points like a rainstorm.

Enraged, Shura forcefully broke through the bewildering array, his axe blade aimed straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly pulled out a sack full of flour and tossed it high into the air with the silkworm silk: "Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers!" White powder filled the air, obstructing Shura's vision. He frantically swung his axe but accidentally struck his own armor.

"A perfect opportunity!" Shi Feiyang shouted, as the silkworm silk he spat out from his left palm transformed into thousands of fine threads, which burrowed into Shura's body through the gaps in his armor. He then used "Deadly Dog Tail Pull" to wrap his bamboo stick around the opponent's ankle, frantically injecting his inner force.

Shura screamed and crashed to the ground, shaking the earth. Shi Feiyang, however, did not give up. He took out a suona and began to play a cheerful tune. The silkworm silk surged wildly within Shura's body with the music, scattering his internal energy into pieces.

As the dust settled, Shura lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, his eyes filled with terror.

Shi Feiyang approached, swinging his bamboo stick, and used the tip to lift the other's mask: "How about it? My trick of 'the devil is one foot tall, but the play is ten feet tall' is much more interesting than your demonic skills, isn't it?" Chu Hongxiao looked at Shi Feiyang, who was laughing wildly in the enemy formation, and her jade flute trembled slightly—this seemingly absurd fighting style actually contained hidden secrets, which was truly amazing.

The night wind atop Mount Qiao roared like a thousand horses galloping, yet it could not drown out the chilling sound of the bone flute. Shi Feiyang gripped his bamboo staff tightly, watching the old man in green robes slowly emerge from the mist. With each step the man took, spiderweb-like ice patterns cracked in the ground, as if the Grim Reaper was drawing a death warrant on the earth.

This is the renowned "Xuanmingzi," whose "Frosty Prison Mystic Art" has reached a state of perfection. It is said that the temperature of his palm is comparable to the thousand-year-old ice of the far north, and he once froze the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin into crystal-clear ice sculptures with a single palm strike.

"Li Er, are you ready to die?" Xuan Mingzi's voice seemed to come from the depths of the ice, cold and hollow. He raised his hand and waved it, and the frost in the sky suddenly condensed, turning into countless ice blades, which poured down on Shi Feiyang like a reversed Milky Way.

The densely packed ice blades resembled countless scythes of death, threatening to tear the person before her to pieces. Chu Hongxiao's jade flute blared urgently, attempting to shatter the ice blades with sound waves, but the flute instantly became covered in white frost.

Shi Feiyang unleashed the "Illusionary Demon Step," his figure swaying erratically in the icy rain, like a withered leaf swaying in a gale, seemingly about to be torn apart at any moment, yet always managing to evade a fatal blow at the last second.

He gripped the bamboo stick and used the "puppy playing with a ball" technique, deftly flicking the ice blade. The splashed ice crystals shimmered in the moonlight, like shattered stars.

Xuanmingzi sneered and unleashed "Ten Thousand Prisons of Freezing Cold" with both palms. The entire world was instantly engulfed by the cold air. Shi Feiyang's Heavenly Silkworm Silk had just shot out when it froze into fragile ice threads in mid-air and snapped with a "crack".

Chu Hongxiao's jade flute was also frozen and shattered, with fragments falling like snowflakes. Shi Feiyang felt as if he were inside a giant coffin forged from ice, making it difficult even to breathe.

At the critical moment, Shi Feiyang suddenly pulled out a brass wine pot, tilted his head back, and gulped down the strong liquor. He roared, and the alcohol mixed with his internal energy sprayed towards the Cold Prison. The raging flames and the biting ice collided violently, just like the sun hitting a glacier, bursting out with dazzling light.

"Borrow fire!" Shi Feiyang leaped onto the Vermilion Bird, which cried out, its wings spewing flames like two crimson dragons, fiercely battling against Xuan Mingzi's chilling aura. Xuan Mingzi's expression changed slightly, and he formed hand seals, summoning an even more powerful "Xuanming Ice Soul".

A giant ice ball descended from the sky, freezing the air wherever it passed. Shi Feiyang, however, remained calm, pulling out a kaleidoscope. Silken threads wrapped around its surface reflected a blinding light. The mirror's light shot towards the ice crystal like sharp swords, illuminating it and causing it to crack.

"Break!" Shi Feiyang roared, unleashing "A Pack of Dogs Fighting for Food" again, his bamboo staff, wreathed in flames, slamming heavily onto the Ice Soul. The ice ball shattered with a deafening roar, countless ice shards scattering like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. Taking advantage of the moment, Shi Feiyang flicked out his Heavenly Silkworm Silk, which, like thousands of silver snakes, burrowed into Xuan Mingzi's sleeve.

Xuanmingzi tried to break the silk threads, but found that his internal energy was like being stuck in a quagmire, being pulled around wildly by the silkworm silk.

Shi Feiyang pulled out a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) and began to play a cheerful tune. As the music flowed, the silkworm threads traveled freely through Xuan Mingzi's meridians, turning his "Frosty Prison Mystic Art" into a chaotic mess. Xuan Mingzi's face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mist formed from condensed cold air, his body swaying precariously.

"It's time to end this! I want to sleep now!" Shi Feiyang shouted, and the Heavenly Silkworm Silk tightened abruptly, binding Xuan Mingzi into a dumpling. Xuan Mingzi collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Shi Feiyang swung his bamboo stick closer, using the tip to lift the other man's beard: "Old popsicle, how's it? My 'melting ice with fire' technique is much more interesting than your mystical skills!"

Chu Hongxiao stared at the breathtaking battle, speechless for a long time.

Under the moonlight, Shi Feiyang seemed to possess a power capable of changing the world.

The magnolias in the Yihua Palace have bloomed again, their pink and white petals fluttering down onto the shoulders of Palace Mistress Lianxing. Leaning against the vermilion railing of the winding corridor, she gazes at the snow-capped mountains that never melt in the distance, unconsciously stroking the mutton-fat jade flute in her hand. It was a toy that Shi Feiyang had casually carved before he left, with the five crooked characters "To My Beloved Sister Lianxing" carved on its body, now gleaming warmly in the moonlight.

"Sister, it's been three months..." she murmured softly, her voice even softer and gentler than the copper bells on the eaves.

Since the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue left Yihua Palace in search of Shi Feiyang, this vast palace has been left with only endless desolation.

In the past, there was always that mischievous boy who would find all sorts of ways to cause trouble. He would use silkworm silk to weave a wreath of Qionghua flowers and put it on her head, laughing and saying, "Our Palace Mistress Lianxing looks good in anything!"

Suddenly, a night breeze blew by, carrying a faint smell of blood. Lianxing turned around abruptly and saw twelve women dressed in palace attire landing in front of the hall like night owls.

They were all spies planted by the Yihua Palace in the martial arts world, but at this moment, they all looked solemn. The one in the lead, Biluo, knelt on the ground, her voice trembling: "Palace Master, Young Master Shi... he might be Li Er!"

"Li Er?" The jade flute in Lianxing's hand clattered to the ground, its crisp sound startling the birds roosting under the eaves. She staggered a few steps, grabbing a pillar for support, her face instantly turning paler than a magnolia flower. "Li Yuan's second son from Taiyuan... Li Shimin? This... how could this be?"

Biluo took out the secret letter and presented it with both hands: "News from various branch headquarters indicates that Young Master Shi moves freely in and out of the Jiangdu Palace and addresses Yang Guang as his father-in-law and son-in-law; in the Battle of Qiaoshan, the Heavenly Silkworm Skill and Dog-Beating Stick Technique he displayed, combined with his strategic troop deployment, clearly demonstrated the demeanor of a military family..."

Lianxing's fingertips traced the mottled bloodstains on the secret letter, as if she could touch the warmth of that person thousands of miles away.

Memories flooded back—he always loved to play tricks on her under the magnolia tree with his messy hair, demanding she play a tune; even when he was injured and wincing in pain, he would still force himself to say, "It's just a minor injury, nothing compared to Sister Lianxing's tears that make my heart ache"; and once, under the cover of darkness, he sneaked into her bedchamber and slipped a warm, roasted chestnut to her pillow.

"Why didn't he tell me..." Lianxing murmured to herself, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, dripping onto the secret letter and blurring the ink.

She suddenly remembered what Yaoyue had said before she left: "That boy is too cunning. What if he betrays you one day..."

"Impossible!" She suddenly turned around, her eyes flashing with an unprecedented determination. "He said he would take me to see the magnolias in Jiangdu and to hear the camel bells in the borderlands! He also said that the rules of Yihua Palace were too boring and that he would take me to explore the world!"

She clenched the letter tightly, her pale knuckles turning bluish-white. "Prepare the horses! I'm going to find him. I want to hear him speak for himself!"

The twelve hidden agents exchanged bewildered glances. Biluo said urgently, "Palace Master, rumors are circulating in the martial world that Li Shimin is the chosen one, and various forces are eyeing him covetously..." "I don't care!" Lianxing's voice was choked with sobs, yet incredibly resolute. "Whether he is Shi Feiyang or Li Shimin, if he dares to deceive me, I will pierce his heart with this jade flute; if he is in trouble, I will use all the power of the Yihua Palace to protect him!"

The magnolia blossoms fluttered down in the night breeze, as if sighing for this unrequited love. The Palace Mistress Lianxing lifted her skirts and ran towards the palace gate. The moonlight stretched her shadow long, very long, just like the tangled, unresolved emotions in her heart, extending into the unknown distance.

A lone plume of smoke rises straight into the clouds from the vast desert, while the moon, bathed in the shimmering moonlight, walks slowly.

She was dressed in pristine white, her long, ink-black hair casually tied up, a jade hairpin gleaming with a cool light. In her hand, a half-withered magnolia flower was placed in a white jade vase. It was a flower that Shi Feiyang had picked for her at the Yihua Palace last year. At that time, the young man had said with a playful smile, "This flower is nothing compared to the Palace Master's beauty, but it's just a small token of my affection!"

The petals falling softly onto the sand at that moment seemed even more desolate than her expression.

Suddenly, a blood-red carrier pigeon swept across the sky. Yaoyue gently raised her hand, and the hidden true energy of Mingyu Gong transformed into an invisible vortex, causing the carrier pigeon to fall directly into her palm.

The moment she unfolded the secret letter, her pupils contracted slightly, and a rare ripple appeared on her jade-like face: "Li Er... Li Shimin?" Before she could finish speaking, a series of cold laughs came from the distant hills, and twelve men in black robes surrounded her, their leader holding a spiked club, the barbs of which dripped foul-smelling black blood.

"The old hag of Yihua Palace has finally met her end!" The spiked club swept across, stirring up a cloud of dust. "Hand over Shi Feiyang's whereabouts obediently, and I'll spare your life!" Yaoyue, however, seemed not to hear, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the three characters "Li Shimin" on the letter. She recalled how Shi Feiyang always loved to steal her Hundred Flowers Wine, and when caught, he would argue, "Fine wine for a beautiful woman, how can the Palace Master bear to enjoy it all by herself?"

These shameless words echoed vividly in my ears at that moment.

The man in black robes became furious when she ignored him.

The twelve of them quickly formed the "Earthly Fiend Formation," their weapons glowing with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

Yaoyue finally raised her eyes. As she circulated her Mingyu Gong, a faint, shimmering white aura emanated from her body, making her skin even more translucent and jade-like, like millennia-old ice shrouded in cold mist. "Seeking your own death," she said softly, her voice as cold as melting snow on the Tianshan Mountains. The spiked club struck first, but Yaoyue swayed slightly, using "Shifting Flowers and Receiving Jade." The black-robed man suddenly felt his weapon slip out of his control, turning it to stab his companion.

Amidst screams, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, moving through the formation like a ghost.

The vortex of true energy attracted the weapons, and the internal force of Mingyu Gong quietly emerged, its chill penetrating the enemy the moment it touched them.

"Ah! My hand!" A man in black robes exclaimed in horror as his arm rapidly froze. "What kind of sorcery is this?!"

Yaoyue did not answer. With a light wave of her jade hand, ice shards flew everywhere, and three more people were frozen into ice sculptures.

The remaining men in black robes were terrified and tried to escape, but found that their feet were locked by invisible true energy, and they could not move.

"Speak, who sent you?" Yaoyue approached slowly, her voice still calm. The black-robed leader gritted his teeth and said, "Don't dream! The Yuwen Clan has long laid a trap. Do you think you can do this by yourself..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yaoyue lightly tapped his acupoints with her jade-like fingers, and the chill spread along his acupoints, freezing him into an ice block in the blink of an eye. As night deepened, Yaoyue looked at the mess on the ground and suddenly remembered that every time Shi Feiyang got into trouble, he would blink his cunning eyes and say, "Palace Master, save me!" Now it was her turn to look for him, but she didn't know where to go in this vast world.

She carefully put away the secret letter, and the magnolia flowers in the jade vase suddenly moved without any wind, as if sensing their owner's emotions.

"Wait for me," she murmured softly, her white robes fluttering in the wind. "Whether you are Shi Feiyang or Li Shimin, I will find you and get to the bottom of this." Before she finished speaking, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and amidst the rising dust, another group of assassins swarmed in.

Yaoyue gently raised her jade palm, fully activating her Mingyu Gong, making her increasingly clear and transparent, like the most aloof jade carving under the moon, waiting for the enemy to walk into her trap.

The blood-red setting sun turned the desert into a purgatory. Yaoyue, dressed in white, stood atop the sand dune, the cold light reflected from the jade hairpin in her hair more dazzling than the sunset on the horizon.

The sound of hooves thundered as three hundred black-armored riders advanced in a goose-like formation. Dark purple venom seeped from the gaps in their armor, and the sand and gravel sizzled wherever they passed—they were the "Poison Dragon Guards" of the Netherworld Cult, each with a soul-summoning banner sewn from living human skin hanging from their saddle.

"Remnants of the Yihua Palace, hand over Li Er's whereabouts!" The leading cavalryman removed his iron mask, revealing half of his face covered in lividity. Suddenly, his eighteen-foot spear spewed out a foul-smelling poisonous mist. "This is 'Ten Thousand Ants Devouring the Heart Poison,' it will dissolve anything that touches it!"

Yaoyue lowered her eyes and gently stroked the magnolia flower in the white jade vase. Suddenly, the petals moved without wind, swirling into crystalline flower blades at her fingertips. "Noisy," she said softly, her skin gleaming with a glassy luster as she channeled her Mingyu Gong.

The poisonous mist, upon touching a radius of three feet around her, strangely condensed into ice crystals that fell in a flurry. The instant the spear thrust forward, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, executing the "Shifting Flowers and Jade" technique with the grace of a butterfly flitting among flowers. The cavalryman felt his weapon suddenly become incredibly heavy; the spear had changed direction, piercing straight into the throat of his comrade behind him.

Three hundred Poison Dragon Guards roared in unison, simultaneously drawing their poison sacs. Purple mist rose into the air, coalescing into a grotesque phantom of a poison dragon in the sky. Inviting Moon shone with a brilliant white light, her entire being resembling an ice sculpture cast by moonlight. The vortex of true energy erupted with a deafening suction, causing the poisonous mist to flow backward, tearing the human skin from the summoning banners and sending it, enveloped in the poisonous mist, hurtling towards the Poison Dragon Guards.

Amidst screams, seventy-two bronze puppets suddenly emerged from beneath the sand dunes. Ghostly green flames flickered in the puppets' eye sockets, and their bronze swords were covered with runes—the lost "Hundred Refined Swords of the Underworld" of the Five Poisons Sect.

The puppet leader let out a mechanical laugh: "Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace, taste the power of my 'Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Formation'!" The moment the sword formation closed, the world was enveloped in a chilling, ghostly aura.

With a gentle wave of her jade palm, Yaoyue channeled countless threads of invisible true energy. Just as the bronze sword was about to reach her, it was drawn by a strange force, sparks flying as they collided. She moved effortlessly among the puppets, her fingertips sending chills seeping into the bronze's crevices.

With a crisp "crack," the joints of all seventy-two puppets froze, turning them into ice sculptures that collapsed with a deafening roar. "Is there anyone else who doesn't want to live?" Her voice remained cold and clear, yet it sent tremors through the entire desert.

As dusk settled, the sound of chanting filled the air, and thirty-six red-robed monks slowly carried a pitch-black Buddhist shrine. The shrine's doors swung open, revealing half a skeleton entwined with scriptures—the Blood Blade Sect's most prized treasure, the "Asura Bone Blade." Within the blood mist billowing from the blade, the wails of countless wronged souls could be vaguely seen.

"Amitabha! The female benefactor is still deluded, so this humble monk has come to deliver her from this misconception!" The leading monk's robe moved without wind, and the tin staff in his hand suddenly transformed into a nine-section steel whip, with a skull hanging from the tip, its mouth gaping wide open.

At this moment, Yaoyue took out silver scissors and slowly trimmed the magnolia flowers in the vase: "The flowers have not yet withered, but the person has already died. Your funeral rites are rather hasty."

A steel whip, carrying a foul stench, swept in. With a flick of her wrist, the petals she had pruned transformed into sharp blades. She activated her Mingyu Gong at full power, her entire body becoming as transparent as glass, even her hair glistening with frost. The moment the blood mist touched her, it was drawn into her body by the vortex's suction, transforming into nourishment for her power.

As the blood-red light of the Asura Bone Blade slashed down, Yaoyue unleashed the pinnacle of her "Transferring Flowers and Jade" technique, causing the blood blade to reverse its direction and cleave all thirty-six monks into a bloody pulp. The Buddhist shrine collapsed with a crash, revealing the Blood Blade Sect Master hiding within. This man was covered in fleshy tumors, each one embedded with a human face, and he grinned savagely, gripping a dripping bone blade: "Yaoyue, taste the 'Ten Thousand Souls Corroding Bone Slash'!"

As the blade flashed, countless wronged souls let out piercing screams, and the entire world seemed to fall into the deepest hell.

Yaoyue finally raised her eyes, her gaze flashing with a cold light.

She thrust out with both palms, her true energy transforming into two ice dragons. The moment ice and blood collided, a deafening roar erupted.

The blood mist was completely frozen, turning into ice crystals that fell down in a flurry.

She placed her toes on the bone knife and her jade palm on the sect leader's chest. The cold air spread along her meridians, instantly freezing him into a huge ice sculpture.

The desert returned to silence. Yaoyue looked down at the magnolia in the bottle. The blood droplets that had congealed on the petals were crystal clear, like the most beautiful gems.

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar. She turned around, her white clothes fluttering, and the light reflected from the jade hairpin in her hair was like the coldest, lone star in the sky.

The wind atop Mount Qiao carries sand and gravel, yet it softens gently when it touches the wings of the Vermilion Bird.

Chu Hongxiao leaned against the carved wooden railing, her jade flute resting diagonally across her knees, while Shi Feiyang stood on the edge of the cliff, holding a bamboo stick.

The moonlight bathed him in a silvery glow, and his blood-stained blue robe billowed in the wind. Despite having just survived a near-death experience in a fierce battle, Shi Feiyang insisted on shaking his head at the corpses scattered on the ground: "Look at how this battlefield has been cleaned up. It's messier than my kitchen. I'll have to find some servants to tidy it up later!"

She couldn't help but chuckle softly, but then realized that her palms were still trembling slightly.

The scenes from just now replayed in my mind like a revolving lantern—Shi Feiyang used the silkworm silk to tie the chains of the three hundred Xuanjia soldiers into a giant kite, shouting "Flying kites!" amidst the smoke of battle; he played "General's Command" on the suona, the sound waves shattering the protective demonic energy of "Blood Fiend Asura"; not to mention the move "A Pack of Dogs Fighting for Food," where he swung bamboo sticks, creating a green shadow that twisted the chains of the twelve ghost messengers into a pretzel.

"Are you stunned?" Shi Feiyang suddenly leaped into the tent, using a bamboo stick to lift a wine jar from the table. "Come, try my treasured 'Drunken Jianghu' wine. It'll be more exciting than watching a play!" As he tilted his head back to gulp down the wine, the curve of his Adam's apple reflected the candlelight, his jawline sharp as a knife. Yet, he still winked at her. "However, if you wish to repay me with your body, I might consider it."

Chu Hongxiao's jade-like face flushed crimson. She grabbed the wine jar, ready to smash it, but he gently pulled her wrist, binding it with silkworm silk. The two of them fell onto the soft mink fur. When their eyes met, the sound of the wind outside the tent and the distant howls of wolves became faint background noise.

Looking at the flickering candlelight in Shi Feiyang's eyes, she suddenly recalled the way he turned to protect her amidst the flashing swords, his nonchalant tone concealing a tenderness more steadfast than the rocks of Tianshan.

"You..." She had just opened her mouth when he pressed his fingertip against her lips.

Shi Feiyang suddenly stopped teasing and stared intently at her: "Miss Chu, do you know that the sorrow between your brows when you played the flute was more heartbreaking than when I took ten 'Xuanming Divine Palm' blows?" The silkworm silk that he spat out from his palm had somehow woven into a dazzling star net in the tent, each thread adorned with a lustrous pearl, reflecting her astonished and shy expression in every detail.

Suddenly, the Vermilion Bird let out a clear, long cry, causing the tassels on the tent ceiling to sway gently. Taking the opportunity, Shi Feiyang pulled her into his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of her head as he murmured, "Those days of fighting and killing were too boring. From now on, follow me, and we'll travel and enjoy the scenery during the day, and at night..." His voice suddenly lowered, becoming alluringly hoarse, "...on the back of this Vermilion Bird, and see all the moons in the world."

Chu Hongxiao's heart pounded like a drum, and the jade flute slipped to the ground without her noticing. She looked up and met the surging affection in his eyes. As their breaths mingled, all her restraint and hesitation melted into tenderness.

Outside the tent, the moonlight was like water. The Vermilion Bird slowly flapped its wings, shattering the countless stars into the tenderness of their embrace. That night, the wind of Qiao Mountain remembered the jade flute of the Yihua Palace and the silver light of the Heavenly Silkworm Skill, and even more so, it remembered the thrill of two hearts drawing near, a thrill more breathtaking than any battle in the martial world.

The Vermilion Bird, carrying a brocade canopy, soars through the clouds, while moonlight filters through the star net woven from celestial silk, casting dappled silver glow.

Chu Hongxiao nestled in Shi Feiyang's arms, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the sword scar on his chest, a mark left from his fierce battle with Xuan Mingzi the day before, now resembling a medal that spoke of his bravery and fearlessness.

"Do you know how worried I was when you used the bronze mirror to shatter the Xuanming Demon Shadow that day?" She raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice, as melodious as a jade flute, filled with unyielding tenderness. "In such a perilous situation, you still managed to come up with such a brilliant plan. If even the slightest mistake had occurred..."

Shi Feiyang used a bamboo stick to pick up a strand of her hair, twirled it between his fingers, and smirked mischievously: "Don't worry! My head is as hard as a rock. Even the King of Hell would say, 'This person's life is too tough, we won't take him!'"

Even so, he gently hugged her tighter, rubbing his chin against the top of her head. "However, if anyone dares to scare my Miss Chu in the future, I will make sure they taste what it's like to be wrapped in silkworm silk into a dumpling!"

Chu Hongxiao chuckled and lightly punched his chest with her pink fist: "You're just being cheeky!" But the admiration in her eyes grew stronger as she recalled the moments they had fought side by side these past few days—he always managed to turn danger into safety in desperate situations, using ingenious schemes to outwit powerful enemies, and despite his superb martial arts skills, he always chose the most absurd methods to defeat his enemies.

With each battle, her admiration for the man before her grew, and her love deepened accordingly. "Li Lang," she suddenly called out solemnly, cupping his face in her jade hands so their eyes met, "you are unparalleled in wisdom and martial arts, you have the world in your heart and are witty and carefree... How can there be such a perfect person in this world?"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again. "What have I done to deserve your favor?" Shi Feiyang was amused by her earnest appearance, and his heart trembled. He took her hand in his and gently kissed it. "Silly girl! Your elegance when you play the flute, your dashing figure when you dance with your sword, and the starry adoration you show when you look at me... which one of them doesn't make me dizzy with envy?"

He suddenly rolled over and pressed her down on the mink coat, his eyes filled with a mixture of laughter and deep affection. "If we're talking about perfection, you are the 'treasure of the world' that God specially tailored for me!" Outside the tent, the Vermilion Bird seemed to sense its master's affection, let out a long cry, and flapped its wings to soar into the sky.

The dazzling Milky Way seemed so close, as if one could reach out and pluck the stars from the sky. Shi Feiyang magically produced a small jade box, opened it, and inside were a pair of love knots woven from silkworm silk, adorned with two crystal-clear jade pendants.

“My lady,” his voice was unusually serious, “this world is full of bloodshed, but with you by my side, even the most difficult obstacles become easy paths. Wear this jade pendant, and we will be together in life and in death. You must not go back on your word!”

Chu Hongxiao was already sobbing uncontrollably, but she still nodded vigorously, letting him tie the jade pendant around her neck.

The two looked at each other and smiled, their lips gradually meeting in a tender kiss, a love more surging than the martial world.

That night, the Vermilion Bird carried the couple through the sky, with the stars and moon as matchmakers and the sea of ​​clouds as witnesses to this beautiful and tender love story.

At dawn, in the suburbs of Luoyang, the morning mist surged like thick ink on the loess slopes.

As Shi Feiyang was using silkworm silk to tie Chu Hongxiao's hair, his fingertips deftly moved across the fabric, and suddenly the Vermilion Bird raised its head and let out a deafening cry.

He peered over the edge of the tent and saw Li Yanling, her white clothes stained with blood, her long sword flying amidst a "chain formation" of more than twenty Iron-Clad Guards. The eerie blue venom quenched on the chains had eroded the ground with countless holes, and puffs of pungent white smoke were rising from them.

"Good heavens! Yan Ling is treating the battlefield like a kitchen and the Ironclad Guards like leeks to be harvested!" Shi Feiyang kissed Chu Hongxiao on the forehead. "Be a good girl and count the stars in the tent. I'll go down and add some dishes!"

Before he finished speaking, he streaked across the sky like a crimson meteor.

The moment he activated the Bright Jade Skill, his body shimmered with a lustrous, glass-like sheen, and tiny ice crystals condensed as his robes fluttered.

Li Changhong, the fifth-ranking officer, stood at the back of the formation with a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his one arm, the black cloth covering his left eye soaked with blood.

Seeing Shi Feiyang flying through the air, the veins on his amputated arm bulged, and he roared, "Well done! Taste the Seven Skills Soul-Seizing Thirteen Forms of my 'Left-Handed Secret Sword'!" In an instant, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and wherever the dark sword light from his sword tip passed, the rubble was crushed as if by an invisible giant hand, turning into dust that flew everywhere. It seems that this Li Changhong is extremely skilled in both internal energy and swordsmanship, and is not someone that ordinary people can defeat.

"Secret Sword? I think it's a stingy sword technique that's kept secret and never paid!" Shi Feiyang used "Shifting Flowers and Jade" to move like a ghost among the chains. The chains that were wrapping around him had just touched the hem of his clothes when they strangely changed direction and instead twisted the neck of the Iron-Clad Guard holding the chains, leaving it bruised and purple.

Shi Feiyang's palms transformed into fiery blades of light, and the "Viewing the Vast Ocean" move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" was unleashed with a thunderous strike—the golden energy emanating from his palms was like a raging torrent crashing against the shore, carrying an overwhelming force that instantly slammed the three Iron-Clad Guards, shields and all, into the earthen mound.

After a muffled thud, flesh and blood mixed with shield fragments exploded like fireworks, staining half of the tattered Ironclad Guard battle flag red.

Fourth-ranking officer Li Shaoqing emerged from behind a withered tree, fanning himself with a folding fan. The four characters "Peace Under Heaven" on the fan were now grotesquely stained with blood: "Li Er, what a show of power! Do you know that the blood-written letter in the caravan can ruin your reputation?"

As he swung his folding fan fiercely, a thousand poisoned crossbow bolts suddenly shot out from the forest, forming a massive barrage formation reminiscent of the "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun".

The sound of arrows piercing the air was like the buzzing of a swarm of bees, leaving deadly black streaks in the dawn.

Shi Feiyang, however, calmly took out a rusty bronze gong and struck it with a rhythm that surprisingly matched the melody of "The Great King's Battle Song".

The silkworm silk that he spat out from his left palm was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea, weaving in the air into a giant shield that shimmered with cold light.

The moment the crossbow bolts struck the silk shield, they emitted a dense clang of metal against metal, and were all deflected back into the forest.

"Did you learn this formation from a sieve?" Shi Feiyang laughed loudly as he unleashed "Slaying the Mortal World." The crimson light from his palm strike was like the blazing sun in the sky. Wherever it passed, crossbow bolts exploded into sparks and fragments, shaving the surrounding trees into a shower of wood chips.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, Li Zhenyu's Bagua Blade cleaved through the blood mist.

The young bodyguard's blade was wrapped with strips of cloth soaked in his father's blood, and he pointed it directly at Li Changhong: "Give me back my father's life!"

Li Changhong's severed arm erupted like a venomous snake, his left-hand sword transforming into countless afterimages, from which a mournful ghostly howl emanated. Shi Feiyang suddenly roared and charged into the battle, his fully activated Mingyu Gong making his entire body transparent like jade, even his hair covered in frost.

He caught the tip of the sword with his bare hands. The vortex of true energy he formed exploded like a black hole. The moment the internal force on the sword flowed back, Li Changhong's expression changed drastically, and black blood seeped from his seven orifices.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Feiyang unleashed "Demon-Slaying Cloud!" His palm strike, enveloped in icy blue light, slammed down heavily, causing the air to crack under the immense pressure.

Li Changhong screamed and flew backward, his sword in his left hand breaking into pieces. The fragments of the broken sword were like a rainstorm, piercing the ground and carving out hideous furrows in the yellow earth.

Seeing this, Li Shaoqing hurriedly took out his bronze token and played it. The ground suddenly cracked open, and barbed iron chains burst out of the earth like giant pythons, instantly forming a "Heavenly Net Formation!" which ensnared Ma Wuqing and Ouyang Wushuang's blue and white sword energy, forcing them to retreat step by step.

“This broken formation is missing a commander-in-chief!” Shi Feiyang took out a bamboo whistle and imitated the clear, long cry of the Vermilion Bird.

The silkworm silk he spat out from his palm transformed into thousands of silver threads, binding the nine iron pillars at the core of the formation.

In an instant, Shi Feiyang unleashed "Breaking the Universe" again, his palm wind like the chaotic energy that split the heavens and the earth, raising dust wherever it went.

With a loud bang, the iron pillar collapsed, and the entire formation disintegrated like a broken spider web.

Li Shaoqing was bound like a dumpling with silkworm silk and hung from a treetop, his mud-covered folding fan dangling from his feet. The four characters "Peace Under Heaven" swayed ironically in the wind. When the dust settled, Li Yanling stood leaning on his sword, his robes fluttering in the blood-stained wind.

Shi Feiyang flicked his blood-stained fingers, raised an eyebrow at her, and smiled, "Sister Yanling, this 'savior delivery' deserves ten bowls of Luoyang Water Banquet, right?" Before he could finish speaking, the sound of horses' hooves thundered in from afar. (End of Chapter)